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Beggar's Banquet/Black & Blue (The Rolling Stones) · Beggar on a Beach of Gold (Mike + the Mechanics) · Beggar's Ocean (The Heaves) · Beggar's Oil (Kelly Joe Phelps) · Beggar's Paradise (Chris Rodriguez) · Beggar's Paradise (Chris Rodriguez) · Return of the Sophisticated Beggar [Reissue] (Roy Harper) · Return of the Sophisticated Beggar (Roy Harper) · Sophisticated Beggar [Bonus Track] (Roy Harper) · Walking with the Beggar Boys (Elf Power) – and 90 other albums »


down by the kitchen fire
o then the beggar's bed was made of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay
most men were awake 
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head 
From a dream he had last night 

He called his weary waiting maids 
By one, by
Nelson Algren came to paddy at some party at the dead end alley. 
He told him what to celebrate.
And I met William Butler Yeats. 
Sunday night
But I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock
she up 
And slowly went she nigh him 
But all she said as she passed his bed 
Young man I think you're dying 

Then lightly tripped she down
I'd help why'all float
Eliza stood there watching
William in a trance
As the widow did the St Vitus dance
But just then an old man
With a boat named
Stranded out in the night
Eliza took me down
To see the widow give
Rain to the town
It's against the law
To be a tonic man
But the widow knows
I'd help why'all float
Eliza stood there watching
William in a trance
As the widow did the St Vitus dance
But just then an old man
With a boat named
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
the pond gave a sigh
And up to our necks went poor Kitty and I

Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
Lay hold of the cordage and pull all
on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul

I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
stranger down

But the stranger didn't give an inch
He came to ride "The Brute"
And he came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit

Well, I turned
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Stranded out in the night
Eliza took me down
To see the widow give
Rain to the town

It's against the law
To be a tonic man
But the widow
fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
up to Nashville town 
In case the boys could use a guy like me 
But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad 
You're bound
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late

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